User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20140724221042/@comment-3474228-20140725055429

As the dejected vermin crew make their way back to port to check on the rat's condition, the stoat's gleaming eyes meet them. A fox glares at him. "Yew missed, an' Rodin's dead." The stoat scoffs and turns on the fox, focusing his attention on the weasel captain instead.

"Let me lead a team after 'em. There ain't no otter ship 'ere, these three must've been left be'ind." He looks down at the rat. "Right?"